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In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty MississippWe took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody British near the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a cominThere wasn't night as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runninDown the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We looked down the river and we seed the British come
And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drums
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing
We fired our guns...
[ harmonica ]
Old Hickory said we'd take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell
Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And when we took the powder off the gator lost his mind
We fired our guns...
HATA BİLDİR
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